I scream, you scream...

I can handle the sirens and the shouting, the squeaky breaks, the garbage trucks, and the revving engines. I can even handle the occasional shooting sounds that I have convinced myself are fireworks. These are the sounds that come from the street into my bedroom at all hours of the day and night, and I can handle them.

But that damn ice cream truck.. that, I cannot handle.
And it's only March.
God help me.

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  1. Melissa G.March 25, 2011 at 9:08 PM

    Shutup now. I LOVE that sound! I literally will chase the thing down the street! Last summer I didn't see it once when I was in Watertown (I know you're probably surprised that Milbank, SD doesn't have its own truck! Haha!), and I was SO sad!

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